She knew when she left her life in France with Gil to help out the team at Ecklie's request that it wouldn't be easy. She knew that the long distance would be hard, that it would take a toll on their relationship. But she never expected for it to get to this point.
Her phone buzzed again, his name lighting up the screen. And again she silenced it, leaving the call unanswered.
Had it really been five years? Five years since they'd lived together in France for the brief amount of time? She felt a pang in her heart as she reminisced on their time together there:
Sun filtered through the thin curtains. His heartbeat loud in her ears as her head rested effortlessly on his bare chest. She stirred to consciousness, the feeling of his thumb stroking circles on her back became more vivid. He kissed the top of her head:
"Good morning." He smiled.
She lifted her head as she stretched the sleepiness away. Grissom got up and walked towards the bathroom. The sound of the shower filled the room.
"I've got a class in 20min." he called to her from the bathroom. The echo of his voice let her know he was already in the shower.
"Want to grab lunch at 12?"
"Sounds great" she called back.
Roughly half an hour after he left she got up and ready for the day herself. She wandered onto campus. Remembering her own days as a student and suddenly remembered how dearly she missed those days.
She couldn't help herself, her feet lead her straight to his lecture hall. Effortlessly, Sara slipped into the class without notice. He was just in the middle of explaining the entomological timeline.
Student shuffled papers, signaling the end of class.
"If there are no further questions we can dismiss early."
Sara's hand rose automatically. He caught sight of her and stifled a laugh. The students rose and exited as she made her way to the front.
Flashing his boyish grin, "Well that brought back memories... You ready for lunch?"
"Sara."
Her head snapped up to see D.B standing there.
"You going to get that?"
Her phone rang again, and again she let it go to voicemail.
"No, no. It's nothing. You said you have a case?"
"Yeah, 419 in Henderson. Greg's already there."